[HP] Return late

There is a beast hidden in everyone's heart.

And Harry knew how terrible it was to be locked up in the back of his mind.

He thought that he could face Draco's choice calmly, marry someone else, have children, and then drift away.When Draco and Parkinson got engaged, when they were sweet, he got through it.However, when he suddenly heard what Lucius said, he realized that he could tolerate Parkinson's before because he knew he still had a chance, and he might (maybe) succeed, but thinking of Draco There will be a next generation with someone, and the continuation of the blood fusion of the two is a world that Harry can't get involved in, and the beast in his heart is ready to move.

He only wanted Draco, and Draco could only belong to him.

He doesn't accept any reason for failure, he only needs to get it, hold it in his palm, and not let anyone pry at him.

He even wished he could destroy all factors that might hinder him, his inexplicable impulse and courage.

Even he himself was disgusted and terrified of such a strong possessive desire in his heart. If Draco knew that he was such a person, would he hate him?

Will it alienate him like the fourth grade summer vacation?

Being too close would make Draco feel disrespected, but he couldn't leave it like a permanent adhesive spell.

He is not just, kind and harmless in the eyes of the Slytherin whose preferences are all written on his face, but he carefully restrained his claws and teeth, pretending to be a docile domestic animal, defrauding the opportunity to approach and touch him.

If the blond Slytherin didn't like him at all, he would hunt and plunder unreasonably—after all, in addition to the fearless fighting spirit taught to him by the Gryffindors, there was also The selfish nature of love in his veins.

Harry knew Draco's connivance to him, he didn't feel nothing in the other party's heart, and he could even confidently say that he was special.

Draco would forgive his unforgivable mistakes with a hard mouth and a soft heart, tolerate and accept his uncontrollable emotional outbursts again and again, and treat the dirty self who just entered the wizarding world and knew nothing reach out.

Are they already lovers?Harry thought again of that long, deep kiss in the living room, which made Draco's body shamefully hot even though it was always cool to the touch.

He loved Draco, his body and soul were obsessed with him, but all Draco had was love.

There is still something missing between them, not yet to the point of love.

Maybe the mutual support in the war will make Harry finally get what he wants, they will love each other, they will love each other deeply, and they will never leave.And now Ron showed him a faster shortcut.

A child connected by blood.

He envied the deep relationship between Lucius and Narcissa, envied the inseparable relationship between their family of three.

If there was that child, he and Draco would be so close, right?

So, he looked directly at the two friends, and said calmly: "As you can see, we are a couple. I love him, deeply, and unchangeably."

He thought there was some objection or suggestion, but Hermione just smiled lightly: "I knew it a long time ago, Harry, you are finally willing to tell us yourself."

Harry felt the heat creeping up his face, scratched his head to cover up, and muttered quickly in a low voice, "Is it that obvious?"

Hermione giggled: "It's like a flamingo doing a courtship dance."

Before Harry could open his mouth, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs, the deliberately accentuated footsteps paused as they approached the living room, and Draco appeared at the door with a blank expression.

He glanced around and set his eyes on Harry.

Harry seemed to have stepped down the steps suddenly, terrified, and guiltyly put his hands into the pockets of his jeans with stretchy ears.

"Hey, Draco, we're going to do our homework." Hermione said hurriedly, "Together?"

"Thanks, Granger, I don't think I need to write those, please allow me to borrow Harry." The squinting Slytherin said slowly.

Harry gave Hermione a painful look, then turned his gaze to Ron hopefully.

But Ron didn't burst out with inspiration this time, but looked at Harry with his mouth half open, and Harry was in despair.

He followed Draco nervously and turned into the kitchen.

The thick wooden door slammed shut behind him, and Harry felt like a criminal caught in the act, awaiting sentencing by the police officer.

"Harry," Draco stared into his eyes, paused for a moment, Harry almost handed over his sweaty ears, when Draco finally said, "Would you like Come with me to Messina?"

"Of course." Harry replied without thinking, this was undoubtedly the best news, he almost wanted to sing happily.

Draco gave him a suspicious look, answering too quickly and simply for him.

"Of course I'll go anywhere with you," Harry said smartly.

"Pack up your things, we're leaving tonight. Don't tell—anyone." Draco specifically urged.

"I will - but, we're gone, Ron and Hermione - will know too," said Harry, looking at Draco suspiciously.

"Don't tell them where we're going," Draco replied curtly.

"Okay." He could take the Invisibility Cloak, and the piss from the twins, Harry thought, closing the leaf-patterned handle of the kitchen door.

Cold fingers landed on his hands, and Draco pressed against his back, stopping him from moving.

"Anything else?"

He turned his head, and what was waiting for him was a light kiss on the lips.

Harry couldn't help the small, tender touch, and he wrapped his arms around Draco's back, asking for more.

Adolescence is very easy to tease.

When Harry returned to the living room, his head was in a daze, he touched his lips unconsciously, and smirked.

Ron and Hermione were still sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him.

"What happened—" Ron asked anxiously, but was interrupted by Hermione with a soft snort.

"Mrs. Malfoy is back, she told us to go to bed earlier." Hermione said calmly, and couldn't help but glared at Ron who still didn't understand why.

Ron looked at her, then at Harry, puzzled for a while, and finally showed an expression of enlightenment.

"Good night, then, and see you tomorrow." Hermione stood up, walked across the living room, and ran up the stairs with a thump.

"Good night," Harry said after a while, "I'm going upstairs too, how about you?" he asked Ron.

"Same."

When they reached the platform on the second floor, Ron suddenly sneaked up and asked in a low voice, "Harry—how does it feel to kiss? I mean you and Draco?",

Harry touched his lips unnaturally, "Sweet," he said.

There still seemed to be a tingling pleasure on the lips.

"Oh, you guys ate candy before kissing?" Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Did Draco Malfoy eat candy before kissing you?"

"No," Harry hurriedly dragged him up several stairs, "it's a feeling—it's just a feeling, sweet and satisfying." He couldn't help the corners of his mouth upturned, and his chest was filled with satisfied joy .

Of course, he wouldn't tell Ron that apart from these, there was also the heat and numbness all over his body.

"Kissing really feels so good?" Ron said to himself, he seemed to have been struggling with this issue, and he plunged into his room without saying good night.

Harry rolled up his invisibility cloak quickly, put his wand in his jeans pocket, and emptied the old quill, half-written parchment, and ink bottle from his school bag into the case, and filled another A change of T-shirt and sweatpants, and filled the rest of the space with some protective patterned plain trinkets that Narcissa gave him (Harry was sure any of these things were on him will be quite obvious).

Maybe Draco can use it, these things will never be too idle, he threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, and a thought that had just been ignored came up again.

a child.

And what he didn't know was that the guy living in his brain was also thinking of the same words as him.

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H: Scratch a paw

D: angry

H: Scratch a paw

D: angry

H: Scratch another paw

D: anger

H: Scratch another paw

D: Pounce on melee

H: Pretending to be pitiful with messy hair

D: ignore

H: Looking at little D with green eyes and continuing to pretend to be pitiful

D: Looking out of the window (decorations, books, teacups) to divert attention

H: Cautiously stick out the fluffy palm to touch little D

D: pretend not to feel

H: squatting in the corner sad

D: don't care

A few minutes later, with a face full of reluctance, he brought Xiao H back

H: Licking paws proudly, snuggling with a certain snake

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Leaving school tomorrow, TT, there are a lot of formalities to go through